“Makes perfect sense,” I say. “He’s a snake.”
Luke raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Do you know that I just got that right now?”
“No, you didn’t,” I say, reaching out and grabbing his forearm without thinking, feeling the tight muscles under his shirt.
“I swear,” he says, and I burst out laughing.
Someone yells, “Quiet on set!” and I cover my mouth, still laughing, my shoulders shaking as I lean back in my chair.
It’s then I realize I’m still holding on to his arm, and I quickly let go.
“You’re gonna get us kicked off the set the first day, Archie,” he says, leaning over and whispering in my ear, and my arms are instantly covered in goose bumps.
“Shut up,” I whisper back.
“Action!” a voice calls out, and Luke and I lean toward the screen in front of us, arms touching.
On-screen, the five members of Kaelric’s family—the Vireths, all with their long, straight, shiny hair and pointed ears—and human Elora gather around a table. It’s a feast to celebrate Kaelric’s return after he fought a terrible battle in the Eclipse court.
That’s how season three ended, with the audience not knowing if Kaelric survived the war.
I can’t believe I get to sit and watch spoilers for my favorite show being recorded right in front of me.
“You fought hard, Kaelric,”his father says, his voice deep and booming.
“We’re so proud of you,”says his mother.
Luke leans his head toward me. “I can’t believe this show has such a huge fandom,” he says in my ear.
“Shhh,” I say to him. I don’t want us to get in trouble. But also, I want to hear this.
“Cut!” someone yells, and the actors relax while they wait for the crew to adjust some lighting.
I sit back in my chair, feeling slightly irritated. I want to get to the good stuff. Although we’re only in the first episode, so I doubt much will happen. Still, I can’t wait to hold spoilers over Sam’s head tonight. I signed an NDA, so I can’t let her in on the secrets.
Someone yells, “Action!” and I’m leaning toward the screen again, watching with rapt attention.
“Oh my gosh,” Luke says in my ear. “You’re totally into this.”
“What?” I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”
“You are. You’re a moonbeam,” he says.
“Sunbeam,” I correct him.
His eyes widen. “I knew it.”
Crap.
“Shut up,” I snap.
“This is the best thing I’ve heard all day.”
I eye him. “Even over our clients potentially getting back together?”
“So you admit it,” he says.
I close my eyes for a beat. “Yes, I’m a fan. I’ve watched the entire show.”
